This chapter contains graphic violence, gore, sexual assault, attempted sexual assault, forced breeding themes, animalistic brutality, mutilation, and extreme threat toward female characters.
Reader discretion is strongly advised.
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(Before we continue, yes this novel will have lots of romance but also action too)
Odette heard the first scream, a wet, ripping sound that ended in a choking gurgle as the female’s throat was torn open.
It sliced through the trees so viciously every bird froze mid-breath.
Then came the answering roars of the males, the wet crunch of bodies smashing through mud walls, and the frenzied, giggling laughter of hyenas circling the edges like starving dogs testing which bitches would bleed first.
The female hollow had been built under the roots of huge old trees.
Its walls were made from packed mud, dry grass, roots, and thorn branches.
The elders always said it was a safe place for females, but Odette had never believed that.
To her, it was not safety.
It was a place where females were kept close, watched closely, and later handed to males for mating and birthing as if their bodies were food being stored for the dry season.
That was why she had left.
She had seen what males did to females who stayed.
Watched them broken open night after night, bellies swelling with unwanted pups while their eyes went dead.
Some females were fucked so violently their hips cracked.
Others had their throats bitten raw during knotting until they couldn’t scream anymore.
Safety was a lie males told to keep breeding stock in one place.
She had chosen the worst night to run, but she also knew this might be the only night when no one would be watching her closely.
The hollow was full of screams, blood, and fighting.
Every guard was busy.
Every female was crying.
Every beast outside was hungry for meat, mates, or both.
Odette pressed herself against the side of a tree and forced herself not to breathe too loudly.
She was a secretary bird female, tall and thin, with long legs made for running across open ground instead of fighting in a dark forest.
Even covered in mud, her body carried that rare, delicate beauty males loved to ruin.
Warm pale brown skin, long slim neck perfect for choking, small proud face with sharp bones that would look exquisite when bruised and bleeding.
Silver-white hair stuck to her skin in filthy ropes.
Black-tipped feather crests lay crushed against her skull.
Her amber eyes, ringed with faint red, could see deep into the dark, but seeing wouldn’t save her from being pinned down and split open.
And good legs did not mean she could fight.
Odette had learned one thing from watching males all her life.
If you were not strong enough, then you had to be smart enough.
Most females were weak because nature had made them that way, but Odette had never believed weakness meant she had to be foolish too.
Ahead of her, three hyena beastmen had already dragged down one of Thorn Hollow’s guards.
They were mid-transformation, spotted fur over hunched backs, human hands ending in claws, jaws stretched too wide and full of jagged teeth.
They ripped into the still-living male, tearing chunks of hot meat from his stomach while he screamed and thrashed.
One hyena shoved his muzzle deep into the guard’s guts, pulling out ropes of intestine with wet sucking sounds.
The others laughed through blood-smeared teeth as they chewed.
Odette forced herself to watch.
Looking away too quickly could make her miss danger, and missing danger was how females died.
She waited until their heads were down.
Then she moved.
Her feet sank into cold mud.
A thorn scratched her calf.
A broken root caught her ankle, but she lifted her leg slowly and stepped over it.
She did not run until the trees hid the hyenas behind her.
Only then did she let her body move the way it had been begging to move from the start.
She ran.
Branches struck her arms.
Wet leaves slapped her face.
Her long legs carried her fast, but the ground was uneven, and fear made her careless.
Her foot slipped on a patch of soft mud, and she fell hard.
Her knee struck stone, and a large piece of skin tore away from her leg.
Pain burned through her so sharply that her mouth opened.
But Odette bit down on the inside of her cheek before a sound could escape.
She knew the rule.
A female’s scream travels farther than blood.
Blood brought hunters close, but a female’s scream made every male in the forest lift his head.
Some would come to protect.
Some would come to claim.
Some would come to drag her into a den and keep her there until her body forgot what freedom felt like.
Odette pushed herself up with shaking hands.
That was when she saw him.
In a small clearing ahead, a massive baboon beastman stood over a fallen guard from Thorn Hollow.
The guard had tried to shield his female, but courage was worthless.
The baboon had already smashed his ribs in.
Now he grabbed the dying male’s head with both huge hands and twisted it violently.
The neck snapped with a loud crack, then tore further as the baboon ripped the head half off, spine and meat stretching before breaking.
The female screamed and crawled backward, piss running down her thighs.
The baboon turned to her, cock already sliding out of its sheath — thick, red, and brutal.
“Come,” he growled, voice thick with hunger.
“No!
I won’t let you—”
He backhanded her so hard her jaw dislocated with a wet pop.
She hit the mud, blood spraying from her mouth.
Before she could crawl away, he was on her.
Odette couldn’t see everything from her hiding spot, but she heard it all.
The female’s scream turned raw and broken as the baboon forced himself on her.
Wet, violent sounds followed, flesh slapping against flesh, claws ripping into skin, and deep animal grunts that grew faster and more savage.
The female begged at first, then shrieked as something tore.
Her voice cracked into choking sobs while the baboon rutted her like a beast in heat, pounding hard enough that Odette could hear the impacts from the shadows.
She pressed her hands over her ears, but it didn’t help.
Every brutal sound painted the picture in her mind: the way he was destroying the female, using her body without mercy, likely tearing and bruising her from the inside while he bit down on her shoulder to hold her in place.
Everyone knew what baboon beastmen did.
They didn’t mate.
They broke females.
Those taken by them often ended up ruined, bodies crippled, minds shattered, turned into nothing but breeding meat until they begged for death.
The female’s screams slowly dissolved into weak, gurgling whimpers as the assault continued.
Then came a final, guttural roar from the baboon.
The sounds of violent thrusting finally stopped.
A heavy silence fell.
The baboon lifted his bloody muzzle, nostrils flaring.
Odette stopped breathing.
His cruel little eyes turned slowly toward the tree roots where she hid.
He sniffed again, deeper this time, and a low, hungry growl rumbled from his chest.
Ok so guys i’ve been playing this game simulation (as a female tiger) and i had this idea to create a beastworld novel inspired by the game.
And let me tell you it is BRUTAL!
This one won’t be like the spoilt beauty and her beasts even though i adore that novel.
I would love to try something new and i would happy to have you guys with me throughout this journey.
I may be bringing out another novel as funny as TSBAHB soon.
But for now we have this, the first male lead will be introduced around chapter 7 or something like that.
I hope i pull this off.
See you in chapter one!!!